What is kept contains memories I don’t want to ever forget. The innocence of my childhood, the fears of my teenager years, the searching of my twenties, wrapped up in these items I place in boxes. Some I will take with me, most I will leave here. The things I donate or throw away aren’tContinue reading “Four Boxes”
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Trip to Greenville
A few weeks ago, I took a day trip with my aunt and uncle up to Greenville, Maine. We drove around and had lunch near the lake at a place called the Stress Free Moose. We entered the restaurant and the bar was packed with people. On a Tuesday afternoon! We ate outside and people-watchedContinue reading “Trip to Greenville”
San Diego in Photos
Night Thoughts
The moon shines in through my window. Lighting up a spot on the floor, Reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting. I wake from my sleep to let my cat in once more. My room is a safe space from the visiting dogs who do not understand why the cat doesn’t want to play. HeContinue reading “Night Thoughts”
Central Park, Deck 8
The one place I can find peace and quiet. Central Park, Deck 8. Above me, chaos ensues. Children screaming, parents yelling. The beauty of being on a large boat. I sit under the shade of a cabana With a Starbucks and a book. I try to write but I can’t think of anything. Too muchContinue reading “Central Park, Deck 8”
36th Street
After a long day of speech therapy and wandering around the city, I take a shortcut to return back to my hotel. 36th street. A random street. The sun has disappeared behind the clouds. The street is quiet, a welcomed change from Park Avenue. I’m halfway down between Park and Lexington when I notice aContinue reading “36th Street”
My Happy Place
When someone asks me Where my happy place is, I tell them it’s on a lake In the middle of Maine. My aunt and uncle’s camp. A beautiful view, right by the water, The camp has a cozy feeling With a screen porch facing the lake And an incinolet so you don’t always have toContinue reading “My Happy Place”
Grateful
The morning began with stillness. I watched as the sun rose over the horizon and filtered through the trees, still half asleep. My mother’s childhood bedroom, flower wallpaper, a quilt on the chair in the corner, two small vases on the window sill. I’d wake up most mornings I slept here and watched this viewContinue reading “Grateful”
August in the City
I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”
Thoughts While On A Lake
Can I stand up on this paddleboard without falling in? I’m not the most balanced person. But I can maybe try. Compromise! I’ll get up on my knees for a while To see how I do. Genius idea. What a lovely morning. Very few people out on the lake. No strong winds To push meContinue reading “Thoughts While On A Lake”
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